Pausing Underwater


Beauty of muted sounds

Movement in slow motion

Above, the sun’s rays reflect on the moment

Leisurely I contemplate joining the conversation

Resurfacing to engage once more

I pause just for one last embrace

Before opening up to the sky at the last moment

Deep gusts of breath fill my lungs

It burns, but in a good way

I feel alive

Chords Float to the Top

Stories drawn from bottoms of deep wells

Hands, wrinkled with time, outstretched, lie in wait

Light falling rain, fills gaps, pooling unsaid words

Chords float to the top, unsurfaced mysteries solved aloud

The sun pulls at my skin, penetrating warmth, an embrace

The sound of your voice lulls me to sleep

Sound of Silence

Vapors escape skyward, just out of reach

Parched, a salty taste remains, overwhelming the senses

Shimmering illusions lie at horizon’s edge

Awaiting my arrival, long lost friends

Distance remains, gaps never seem to close

Undeterred, reminders float within eyesight 

Mirages existing in the sounds of silence

Distant Parched Vistas

Guilty quiet empty roads, simmering off the grid

Distant parched vistas, pale warnings of tomorrow’s fears

Reflections off mirages return my gaze, real or not, the feelings are the same

Brushing my hand back and forth, they disappear, but cling to my thoughts wherever I go